First comes the sweat. Then comes the beauty if you're very lucky and have said your prayers.
George BalanchineRead
The mirror is not you. The mirror is you looking at yourself.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the distinction between self-perception and true self-identity.
George Balanchine's quote illustrates the concept that our self-image is often shaped by how we perceive ourselves rather than who we truly are. The mirror serves as a metaphor for reflection, suggesting that it only shows us an image based on our self-view, not the essence of our being. This invites deeper contemplation on self-identity and the nature of perception.
In practice
In a self-help workshop when discussing personal growth.
First comes the sweat. Then comes the beauty if you're very lucky and have said your prayers.
I don't want people who want to dance; I want people who have to dance.
God creates, I do not create. I assemble and I steal everywhere to do it - from what I see, from what the dancers can do, from what others do.
Most ballet teachers in the United States are terrible. If they were in medicine, everyone would be poisoned.
One is born to be a dancer. No teacher can work miracles, nor will years of training make a good dancer of an untalented pupil. One may be able to acquire a certain technical facility, but no one can ever 'acquire an exceptional talent.' I have never prided myself on having an unusually gifted pupil. A Pavlova is no one's pupil but God's.
The pointes for girls, I always say, have to be like an elephant's trunk; strong and yet flexible and soft.
People forget that when you're 16, you're probably more serious than you'll ever be again. You think seriously about the big questions.
Fate finds for every man; his share of misery.
The Olympic Movement is a 20th century religion. Where there is no injustice of caste, of race, of family, of wealth.
With this sense of the splendour of our experience and of its awful brevity, gathering all we are into one desperate effort to see and touch, we shall hardly have time to make theories about the things we see and touch.
A lot of news is just entertainment masquerading as news.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.